Treasure Island

Margaret Alice

(The Crystal Age / Pretoria - South Africa)

I’m A Rogue


I’m a rogue who likes to prorogue any
routine job because I know, tomorrow
I will stop procrastinating, if I should do
everything today, what on earth would
I do another day

Some people may think postponement
should not be condoned; but it gives me
time to assemble my thoughts, sip a little
wine, reflect on la dolce vita, and as soon
as inspiration

Springs spontaneously, this rogue tackles
her work without prorogue, enjoying a merci-
less march through the dry marshes of her
boring documents, until she reaches the
satisfying end

And throttles back again, back to reflective
cruising mode, ready to prorogue in the same
roguish way until the next spurt of inspiration…

Submitted: Tuesday, September 02, 2008
Edited: Thursday, April 16, 2009

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